"Weasley" I smirk. Mildly irritated if truth be know. His fiery hair was covering his face as I saw him in profile. I wanted to see him pissed off. See my own pain flickering across those annoyingly perfect features.
It was oh so sexy when he was angry.
"Piss off Malfoy; I can t be assed with your snobby shitty arsed triviality tonight. "He said it fiercely, but he could not hide from me that subtle shake in his voice.
I raised my eyebrow gracefully.
"Correct me if I am wrong Weasley but I thought this was the astronomy tower. I fail to see how this certain area belongs to you. Not that you can afford to own anything nowadays." My eyes narrowed, snake like. "How is your father since the demotion?"

The wind whipped around us and howled. I smirked; this would surely get Weasley angry. It was infact his own father that had got Weasley sacked, after he had found out that he had bewitched certain vehicles and had tried to sell them to muggles to desperately pay for the upkeep of the Weasley s pathetic home.
However Ron Weasley did not even flinch he stayed on the floor of the balcony sat curled in a foetal position. Instead he lowered his head father.
"I think he s pretty bad" he whispered the broken tone surprising me. I stood frozen and waiting coldly.
Finally he turned his head toward me and I widened my eyes in shock.
He was crying. Ronald Weasley. I had never seen him cry before. In anger maybe slightly. Kind of. But never like this. The tears ran incessantly down his pale face from his dark sapphire eyes, which were reddened. He looked so tired so broken, so devastated. And for once I had no insult to throw at him.
We simply stared at each other for a few long never ending seconds my mouth hanging open slightly. Trying to come up with some witty remark but failing.
"I don t think he's okay," Weasley repeated. "I mean loosing your job, loosing your house, loosing your children into care. He must have felt like a failure. I know how he felt..."

I didn t like were this was going. Or the fact the redhead and switched into pass tense.
"Because I failed him too. I should have been there I should have done something,"

I felt myself moving closer solemnly.
"And now my mum is Oh god I can t imagine what she is going through. I should have said something, done something, fought for our family,"

He was hysterical now and trembling violently. He rocked himself back and forward and I stopped next to him gently falling to knees beside him and gazing at him in complete and utter remorse my eyes softer almost pained for the man.
"It s my fault, I should have- all he wanted was to protect his family. I should have told him I loved him that I was proud to be his son. I don t fucking deserve to be his son!"

He stood suddenly, sharply. And I looked up at his face overwhelmed. It was as if the boy was being burned alive. And he felt guilty for it. But why did I care? I m a Malfoy. I m cold like ice. Unfeeling. But Ron, Ron was like fire. So passionate, so loving. And he was melting me. Wait Ron?
I heard his sobs and broke out of my trance. I stood gracefully in front of him. Scanning his face with an intense sadness. His sapphires met my grey pearls in distress.
"But it s too late." He chocked. Rivers of tears. "He s dead, has been for 3 weeks..."

My hand rose on its own accord and caressed his wet cheek. He leaned into it for a moment swallowing and his eyes closing. And there was roll of thunder and droplets of other sorts joined his tears. Suddenly his eyes shot open. "It should have been me." He stated plainly. I frowned. His eyes snapped behind us to the edge of the balcony. "It will be me."

He turned to run to his death. But before he knew it he was slammed against the wall. Being passionately kissed. By myself. He whimpered and kissed back desperately. We were both trying to obliterate our feelings. His devastation. My extreme guilt. My tongue slipped softly between his plump pink lips and into his hot mouth. And met his in a battle. But a different battle to the ones usually fought between us. There were no insults, no glaring looks and no anger. Which I was amazed at. He should hate me. He should want to kill me, like my father killed his.
But no, this was battle of passion. Of who needed the other more? Who wanted the other more.
I buried my hands in his soaked red locks. And his hands found my backside and pulled my body forcefully into his we both broke the kiss and groaned wantonly.
"Listen to me!" I said firmly over the rain. Pressing my wet forehead to his. "This isn t your damn fault! This is my fucking twisted evil sick bastard of a Father s fault! And if you EVER try to throw yourself of ANYTHING EVER again I swear to fucking god Ron you prick, I don t care how much you must already hate me I WILL have to kick your perfect little ass."

I saw him close his eyes and shiver.
"You called me Ron." He said in a small voice. I felt another wave of complete adoration and suddenly didn t care is I was a fucking Malfoy. I hated it. I hated what that name represented. And I leaned in to kiss him again. But he stopped me placing his hands over my lips softly. I panicked. Maybe I pushed him too far.
But my heart leapt as his other hand moved from my arse to sweep my usually neat white blonde hair from my face. I kissed his fingertips one by one staring into those gorgeous eyes intensely. When I had finished he pulled me closer into a wet hug. Asking for comfort. But for some reason giving it too. He bit softly on my earlobe making me shiver in response. "I don t hate you." He whispered his breath hot on my cold skin.

"You don t?" I whispered back astonished. I felt him shake his head.
"Because I see it Draco, I see that innocent little child in you. You want love Draco. You crave it. And you think you have to get that by viciously ripping on vulnerable people. To earn the love of those blood thirsty bastards you call your friends. But that isn t love Draco He caressed my shoulder blades lovingly. That s them try to get something out of you -Power."

I buried my face in his shoulder not bothering to reign in my emotions. It was useless around him.
"But I suppose you would know much about love, would you my lovely. I know your father wouldn t have given you any." I felt the tears sting my eyes. "And let me guess. You grew up in a violent house. No doubt your Mother was receiver of most of it but I m guessing you got a lot of it too." I felt the tears run down my face as we stood in the pouring rain. "And he's probably convinced you both that you deserve it. So you have spent the whole of your life trying to make him proud of you."

He cupped my chin with one hand and lifted it so my eyes met his, I realised we were both crying. I saw my own terrified face in his eyes. My pain reflected in them, but this time, I didn t enjoy it.
He let out a shuddering breath and kissed the tip of my nose.
"He doesn t deserve you." He said shakily. I felt the rush of emotions wash over me and grabbed his collar, crushing his lips to mine. We both whimpered. Together now.
We kissed so hotly so passionately, I thought I was going to faint. I felt him desperately rip open my dripping shirt and throw the tatters aimlessly behind me. And I didn t care. I didn t care how much that had cost. Because his lips were on my neck. Sucking and biting possessively. I belonged to him now. Not my Father. The lips left me briefly so he could wrench that sexy tight black tank top from his body. I took in the pale flawless dripping chest breathlessly. He had filled out perfectly.
I felt inferior for once. My hands chased the faded freckles on his chest in wonder.
Seeing my panicked expression he shivered and took my hands entwining them in his.
"You bloody beautiful." He whispered in my ear. I shook my head water flying from it.
"But, your breath taking." He kissed my shoulder licking away the water droplets his hands stroking at my waist. My hands ran down his arms feeling the preformed Goosebumps.

"Your cold." I said quietly. "But you re always the warm one." He looked up at me searchingly. But nodded and picked me up and I wrapped my legs and arms round him and he carried me inside the castle laying me on a pile of huge soft cushions that were used for sitting on during classes. He was over me, my our legs winded together, he was propped on his elbows looking down at me through dark glittering eyes and long dark lashes. It took my breath away. He was so mind blowing. I grinded my hips once rubbing our clothed erections together.
"Ooohhh." He gasped. I moaned as he grinded back. Harder.
"Ronnn." He leant down and kissed my stomach tenderly before unzipping my trousers and sliding them, with my briefs , down my long slender legs kissing all the way down the limbs to my ankles.
He stared lustfully at my naked body running his hands over the pale and lovebitten skin. Everywhere.
I gasped and desperately ripped his boxers off tearing the fabric as he had with my shirt. I shivered when I saw his totally exposed body before me.
"So fucking gorgeous." I almost hissed.
A growl rumbled in his chest when my hand brushed his nipple on my exploration of his body. I looked up at him attentively and saw that it was coming back to his the memories, the pain ,his dad and I had to make him forget. Just for a second.
I pushed his gently onto his back straddling his strong calves. He looked at me in wonder and adoration. God I loved it when he looked like this. All sexy wet haired and hot for me. I leaned down and ran the tip of my nose up the shaft. I heard his gasp wildly.
"Wow, ooh, fucking wow." I almost smiled for a moment. I lifted my head slightly rubbing my cheek against it gazing intently at his face. It was washed with bliss his eyes tightly shut his lips parted. "Please Draco, Please I need you too OOHH!" He shouted in triumph as my lips wrapped around his cock and I took his fully in my mouth. His hands tangled in my drying hair holding me there. Needing me there. I began to suck and lick him intensely and with precision. My head bobbing between those freckled legs.

The sounds coming from his mouth were like some profound sound, his words like a poem. Fuck, he was the poem, he was love. And he was coming close. Suddenly I slithered up his body and kissed his lips softly biting down and letting him taste himself. He groaned and rolled us over. His hands caressed my willowy thighs and then my calves pulling my legs up and draping them over his strong muscled shoulders.
"This might feel strange." he said in a small voice, his fingers brushing my near dry hair from my face. "But it will feel better soon I promise. Is it the first time you ve done this with a man?"

Painful memories flooded back.

I shook my head and felt fresh tears tumble. Ron watched me worriedly. Then his eyes widened angrily. He looked almost animalistic. Like a lion ready to pounce. "Your Dad?" He growled.
"No. No..." I whimpered my breath trembling. "But a certain amount of his friends took a fancy to me." There was a short moment of silence when he looked down at me in complete and utter sadness.
I let out a panicked sob.
"Oh god. Fuck. You don t want me now do you? I- Oh god Ron I don t blame you fuck it s disgusting and I let them do it I-" I was cut off when Ron slammed his lips hard on mine. It was so hot, so passionate, and so damn sensual.
"I love you. He mumbled against my lips." And I gasped my eyes widened almost scared. "I have for a long time now." More tears fell his also onto my cheeks. I kissed him hotly.

"I love you more. And have since the day I saw you first." There was a shadow of a dark smile on Ron s beautiful face. And he kissed me once more rubbing his errection against my tight hole. I moaned in bliss throwing my head. Fuck being a Malfoy fuck everything. Fuck holding back any emotion , fuck being cold and heartless. None off that mattered.
"Have you-got any..." Ron panted. I took his hand in my own. White on white. And I brought each of his fingers into my mouth wetting them, sucking them sensually. He shivered and when I had finished he kissed me again and pushed his long finger into my hole.
I gasped writhing at the feeling. But this time it felt amazing. He pumped slowly crooking his finger now and again stroking that special spot. I arched my back from the pillows.
"Ronn This is-Oh fuckk. This is supposed to-ahh-be about you. "

Ron kissed me sensually. "This is about both of us. We both need to forget."

I cried out in ecstasy as he inserted a second finger. Scissoring and stroking. Our eyes met both dark from lust.

"Make love to me Ron Weasley." Ron shuddered and positioned him self at my entrance. He kissed my temple softly and whispered. Look at me. My grey eyes met his royal blue ones. And he penetrated me with his love.
I cried out in pleasure and pain mixed. He mimicked me.

I had melted. I had fully melted. Fire and Ice had come together. We were now water. Flowing together, at peace, waves of pleasure consumed us with every perfect thrust. The waves came quicker and quicker as he thrust harder, faster, deeper.
"Rooon" I gasped. We were both crying again. Our rivers of tears combining creating a sea. Crying from the perfection of the moment. From everything. So special.
Suddenly my walls stared to tighten and he moan so erotically that I almost came right there. He wrapped his hand around my cock and pumped erratically trying to make us cum at the same time. To no avail.
I came first my back arched gracefully and I screamed in immense paradise.
He came a second later his back too arched sensually his head thrown back his sweat sheened body glowed in the candle light his pink lips parted, his face screwed up in intense ecstasy. And then he fell onto me covering me in his warmth. We were trembling. It was just so damn perfect.
Ron finally pulled out of me and I moaned shakily. He rolled the side and pulled my shaking body onto his our legs winded together our hands entwined my head flattened onto his chest.
We simply lay for a moment still breathing heavily. And then felt fingers in my hair. I looked up in wonder and he was sheepishly bemused.

"Your hair is naturally curly?" He pulled one of the soft blonde curls and let it bounce back. I smiled softly.
"Dad wouldn t let me have it curly. He told me it was bad for our image."

"It s beautiful." He whispered entranced and ran his hand trough my locks. I sighed content kissing his wrist and getting comfy on his chest. I found an old blanket and wrapped us in it.
"Sleep." I whispered tiredly. "For me ."
And we flew off together minutes later.

A.N. There will be one more chapter my darlings ) Where everyone will find out. REVIEW!